"What the fuck am I doing?" Stella whispered to no one in particular. She'd been sitting in the dark, scrolling on her phone for hours looking for...something. Someone. Anything exciting. Her pussy had been left throbbing and aching for relief after another lackluster night with Greg.
Her fiancé Greg laid next to her softly snoring, blissfully unaware of her desires. He was kind and compassionate, but in bed he was a bore. He'd often go limp while they were in the heat of the moment, unable to finish and too embarrassed to get her off. It was frustrating for her to say the least, and it was starting to make her feel crazy. Feral and ravenous, like at any moment she would jump onto the nearest man and take him, consent be damned.
Stella had been a member of a sex site for several years, well before him. She'd always logged on and stared at various profiles, chatting perversely with a slew of men, but had never taken the plunge to meet with anyone and see where it might lead. And when Greg entered the picture 4 years ago, she had forgotten all about it. Now that she had lived a good Christian woman's life for several years, temptation was knocking and it was hard to deny, so she dusted off the cobwebs and logged on.
A revealing picture of Stella in the bathroom greeted her. Light brown arms groped at spilling DD breasts as they tried unsuccessfully to contain them. Her soft round stomach displayed a sparkle, a jewel from her bellybutton piercing, and her back was arched to showcase her big round ass. Her face was cut out to avoid any recognition, but all of her assets were on display in the best possible ways, a picture that after all this time she was still proud of.
She checked her messages, wading through the pile that had grown over the years to see if there were any potential lovers in the mix.
"Greg is a good man," was the chant that played through her head whenever she logged on and started her scrolling and chatting. Greg was a good man. A good, boring, probably never going to give her a baby at his rate kind of man. And that was just not making her wet.
While the mantra played on repeat in her mental loop, a soft ping from Stella's phone made her perk up.
"Hey there beautiful, how's your night going?"
The message belonged to what she could only call the human embodiment of trouble. The new man IMing Stella was everything she was looking for; hung, dark, and insanely ripped. His profile picture showcased deep brown skin and eyes, salt and pepper colored hair, and a matching beard that made her excited. A tight tank accentuated bulging biceps and what she could faintly make out as a six pack. She'd hit the lottery in the worst way. Stella thought to herself, 'Damn he's fine!'
"I'm doing fine handsome, but how about yourself?" She braced herself for the response
"Doing better now that you're on! I saw your profile shot and had to shoot you a message. Are you single?"
'Fuck me' she thought. "No, I'm not. I'm playing discreetly, but if that's a problem I understand."
A moment went by where Stella was worried, but his response put her at ease. "Not a problem baby, your man obviously isn't hitting it the way he should if you're here."
"He really fucking isnt," she mumbled under her breath, glaring shortly at her sleeping fiancé. Another ping knocked her back into reality, this one a video. In it, she could only assume it was this sexy black man pounding another woman into dust. He had her bent over, plowing into her from behind like an animal. The way she moaned excited Stella. She wanted to feel like that, needed that inside her, and she was going to find a way to have it.
"I want to fuck you like that. Start off taking you nice and slow from the front so I can enjoy those tits, then flip you over and fuck you like you deserve from the back. Would you be down? You could come to my place."
